Sabotaging My Walkout Queen

Chapter 32: Almost Perfect

Athena’s P.O.V.

It suddenly stopped me from bursting a laugh. All of a sudden, it felt like my heart skipped a beat, and

my stomach twirled around. I didn’t know what was happening to me… but it only happened the first

time in history. With him.

Did he really say that I’m almost perfect? No, he was only making fun of me! Or maybe, I have to clean

my ears because I started to hear things I didn’t suppose to hear.

With the attempt to bark at him, I ended up looking at him intently until we stuck up having unbreakable

eye contact. So here he goes again, he was making me blush again as I could feel my abrupt heated

cheeks at the moment.

I also had crushes back in my elementary school and the previous high schools I had attended. I even

talked to some of them in terms of academic matters, and I must admit that they were even more

handsome than Cristoff, but it was only him who could make me feel this way, to think that I didn’t even

have a crush on him. He was making me happy, yes… but I hated him. We looked like a dog and cat

every time we were together.

We were still not breaking our eye contact, and I didn’t know what to do anymore when my cellular

phone suddenly rang. It instantly made me look away as if taken aback over a trance.

Oops, saved by the bell. Thank, God!

By removing the phone in my shorts’ pocket, I saw that Daddy was calling based on the screen. “Hello,

Dad?” I immediately answered it because my father was not fond of waiting.

“Helena, so how’s my unica hija? Are you getting well, my princess?” He greeted me.

As much as I wanted to be happy, I couldn’t. Those words were meant just for Helena, not for me. The

realization hit me, and that fucking hurts. I was suddenly devastated by the mere fact that he was only

treating me as Helena when I was clearly not his favorite daughter. Already hurt by the truth, I had also

been suffocated by pretensions and being killed by lies.

When will I be able to live as Athena again? When will I be able to continue my own life?

“I—I’m fine, Dad. I’m getting well real fast however, I’m still having a rough voice,” I replied trying to

ignore my intensified feelings.

“I’ll be going home late, okay? I needed to close a big deal. By the way, is your classmate still there?”

he asked.

But if I am the real Helena, Daddy would probably go home right away. Helena was more important

than anything. In the first place, Daddy might not have reported to his office this morning knowing that

Helena was sick.

He was a CEO anyway—the one in control of his time. Daddy was a successful businessman, owner,

and CEO of Delgz Automobiles and Delgz Limousines across Europe, Asia, and America. Although he

wouldn’t be able to work, his business would work for him, and he could still earn a lot of profits all over

the world.

I glanced over Cristoff and rolled my eyes at him. “Yes, Dad. He’s still here, why?”

“Well, I’m glad he didn’t break his promise. Let him stay until dinner.”

“But, Dad? We already finished our report. I think he should go.” I protested.

“No. Why don’t you tour him around so that you two were not just sitting there in the study room doing

nothing, and for you to get out of the house to breathe some fresh air? Give him your phone, I wanted

to talk to him…” he instructed.

I really wanted to oppose my father’s decision, but I had no other choice. Contrary to my feelings, I

ended up giving my cellular phone to Cristoff.

What did he do to make Dad treat him this way?

I knew my father so well, and I could say that he was very strict when it came to boys asking even a

single word for Helena. He would be glad to push me instead of in replacement of her. NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

Is it because he is starting to accept the fact that I was actually Athena? No, I guessed it’s too

impossible!

“Thank you, Uncle. Yes, I will.” That was the last thing I heard from Cristoff before giving me back my

phone for me to continue talking to my father.

“Hello, Dad? Are you serious about this? He should go now!” I was sending Cristoff some sharp glares

but all he did was mockingly smile at me like a mischievous kid.

“What’s the problem, Helena? He’s a good young man. You see, he paid you a visit, and he did your

report. He even looked after you while I’m not around.”

“But, Dad! You know that I can take good care of myself even if you’re not here,” I still objected. Cristoff

was laughing while I was murdering him with my stares. He was even wiggling his dark eyebrows to

upset me even more.

He could really, literally, and figuratively… make my blood boil, ugh! I so hate him.